Tuesday, November 30, 2004
They wear matching Hawaiian Shirts... all of them... even the dog.
Vacationitis Ad Infinitum Ad Nauseum.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Even though they use sign language, their conversation is clear...
"Try it"Disgust is a language we all speak. "No" "Try it" "NO" "Try it" "..." "Just try it" (tries it) "Yuck... yuck... pooey... yuck...ackkk...!"
Sunday, November 28, 2004
As the morticians loaded her grandpa into the van, she touched the baby inside her tummy.
The cycle of life goes on.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
The full moon uncovers her face from behind the cloudy vail.
She smiles down upon the ocean, which shimmers back a 'hello!'
Thursday, November 25, 2004
She hugs her grandma with great enthusiasm. She holds her like she's never going to let go.
Actually she can't. Her hair is caught in grandma's broach.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
She checks her fancy purse to make sure she has everything for their night out. Tissues, lipstick... a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich? As she storms down the hall, she shouts, 'Jeremy!'
Guess she taught him to always be prepared.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The elevator button was completely smashed in.
I don't think pushing it that much made the elevator come any quicker.
Monday, November 22, 2004
She stares at her reflection, desperately trying to get a loose strand to behave. With each attempt, a newer strand joins in the battle. Finally, with a sigh, she just messes it all up and walks off.
"Out of Place" is now "in fashion."
Sunday, November 21, 2004
The big yellow chicken dances in front of the fast food place as an old lady looks on. He turns to her and his dance grows bigger. Still she just stares. Still he keeps trying.
She smiles and bobs her head.
Friday, November 19, 2004
He tears through the stack of mail like a frenzied dog, three days unfed. One letter freezes his attention, yet he opens it with such trepidation.
The stack goes back, the letter goes to the garbage and he goes on, unfed.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
The light starts to blink 'Don't Walk.'
So he runs.
Monday, November 15, 2004
They fight over who owns the corner of the sandbox as mom sits nearby. The man on the radio talks about the war in Iraq.
Some things never change.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
He sits across from his friend, hardly engrossed in the conversation. With every woman that goes by, he hawks a look. He probably wishes he has a scorecard to hold up. As the very attractive woman walks by, he chimes up, "hey baaaaaby, looookin' goooood!"
He's lucky she doesn't have a scorecard.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
The elevator door opens. She stands there caught in a private chocolate moment. She wipes her mouth and blushes.
Smiling, she makes a mad dash off.
Monday, November 08, 2004
She's already to go, in her full swimming regalia. As she tugs on her cap, she's stopped dead in her tracks by a 'closed' sign.
She stands there lost, soaking in her lack of water.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
She takes out her little plastic toy hairspray and pretends to spray mommy's hair. She then starts the chatter. 'Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya'
All the makings of a true hairdresser.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
He talks non-stop as he heads inside. She talks non-stop as she heads outside. They're stopped by each other at the door. 'Excuse me' he says and she says.
That said, they pick up their course and their conversations as if nothing happened.
Friday, November 05, 2004
He gathers his papers with dread. 'Another meeting' he sighs. 'Well, at least you're invited' she sighs back.
Who's sorrier to see him go?
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Waiting outside the elevator, they cackle like a hurricane. Stepping onboard turns them shy. 'That was funny' she giggles. They stare at her and smile politely, until the 'ding' of their floor.
The eye of the storm now past, the winds of laughter returns.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
He talks non-stop as he heads inside. She talks non-stop as she heads outside.
They're stopped by each other at the door. 'Excuse me' he says and she says. That said, they pick up their course and their conversations as if nothing happened.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Her concentration is only broken by the arrival of her meal. She carefully puts away
her cell phone, and pauses before wiping away a tear. She looks down at her meal and never looks up again.
WANT A BETTER LIFE?